Oh how I ache I went out on Friday night for the first time since my birthday (May) and danced more than I have in even longer. I’m still paying for it! We went to a small pub type place that’s usually a hang-out for biker blokes, but they decided to try out a club night. If they consider it successful, they’ll hold it once a month. Hopefully it wont be too successful as there was hardly any room with 10 of us downstairs. Besides, I want to keep it for myself! The beer was cheap though, the people were friendly and the music was great fun to dance to. They had Foxz DJing who was the DJ at Chicos, my old haunt (I went there from when I was about 15-23yrs old until it closed). He promised to play old Chicos stuff and I was dancing for ages. Some even took their drinks on the dancefloor just to get him to say the infamous words…“Get your fuckin’ drinks off the dancefloor!”. Everyone cheered, put their drinks down and carried on dancing. Ahaha, brilliant! Just like old times

I can’t headbang anymore though. It hurts! I had my hair up while we were there, but then Foxz started playing ‘More Human Than Human’ by White Zombie, so my hair was unleashed! Rar! Unfortunately my neck kept cracking, and I felt like a bit of a knob being the only person headbanging. I never used to care, but I seem to have gone all self-conscious. Boo! Laura (ickle sis) was in her element though. She kept doing all these silly dance moves that would have made anyone else look totally stupid, but she looked so cool. I think it’s totally true that if you just smile and look like you’re having a laugh, you look great whatever you do.

I think I finally got home at about 3am on Saturday morning. Dave’s parents came to see us at 11.30am! I was awake, but I could hardly move. We were all going to go up town, but I had to stay home lest I be seen out in public walking like I have casts on my arms and legs

I made 2 new mood bunnies for you all to snag if you want. That’s about the only creative thing for Icklebug I’ve done this weekend. The rest of my time is spent trying to catch up on my emails. Oh the emails!

Lydia has been poking me for the last couple of minutes while I’ve been typing this. I’m about finished now, so it’s war! She has no idea what kind of prodding power I have! TO WAR!